Rise:Turn Me Off Lyrics

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(Verse 1: Rise)I got talent, endurance, strong will, desireRise, the best thing since the wheel and fireBroad overview, work for success but it's amazingHow stress and bullshit jobs fit in the equationFittingly I'm raisin' some high expectationsIt's trying my patience to vibe with these nationsToo many rappers that can't rhyme get high ratingsI write like I'm locked up, denied visitation{"Rep twenty-four seven"} progress with no stallin'Now people stop and watch like I'm ????Before they wasn't calling, they didn't know I spit rhymesI got introduced to the same cats like six timesStay away from ? that I peep on my blockDon't wanna be apart of the climb but wanna meet me up topMy whole life is now music from my hat to my feetI got rhymes written on my beat sheets for streets

If you like rappers that bite all soundin' alike (turn me off)The beats hype but the rhyming aiight (turn me off)Don't wanna think when you listen to rhymes (turn me off)Or anything along those lines (turn me off)Rappers only when they say they got loot (turn me off)If you like this song cause you think that I'm cute (turn me off)If I make it and you don't believe that I canAll you wack motherfuckers don't need to expand

(Verse 2: Rise)I'm broke but I keep writin' cause that's part of the dutyI'm livin' like Scarface at the start of the movieBut it's cool, it's not a question if I prevail?Son you ballin' but you're runnin' with the female leagueI'm a rare breed like mixing and Ox and a CatIn the back nobody's knows that I'm the baddest on tracksI'm never sleepin', constantly my crews preparingAlways keep my head up, I don't know what shoes I'm wearingOptimistic, check the silver lining in cloudsPeople feel you 'cause you're jumpin' and you rhyming all loudI act too cool for teeshirts, I was gave blessin'A deep cat, high voice, no stage presenceLocal props from the kids on the blockDraw static like watching video's on the boxI rhyme about the way I rhyme, life, or the way I feelI love rap but despise all the lawyers and deals

(Verse 3: Rise)I got no time for frontin' only got a minute on EarthYou wanna be an MC you gotta put in the workThere's too much talent to be struggelin somebody answer me whyThe music industry is funny like the Family GuyThe fantasy lies in video's and the message they giveBut ???? messages can mess up your kidsRap is self-expression, don't write what you're told to writeWho am I to judge? I'm a rap fan with total?And an MC and artist who's giving his allIn a class with no teachers or students at allLiving to spit, the worlds not giving a shitSo me neither I don't care if you listen to thisCause real MC's are back now, I'm living as proofI rain flood the suburbs to make you sit on your roofLive in the booth, but truth never got the respectFake rap fans I hope you press stop and eject